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i used to think love. love was enough. or even if not, then friendship. trust. all the cliched reasons that hearts refuse to give up.i could listen. it would be my pleasure. and i would again, if i could find one single reason. if one second of it mattered. if i thought for one minute that's what you needed. you don't know what it's like. surrounded by yourself. echoes of every breath resonating as if the whole world has gone and left you. like there's nothing left to life except these incessant and unabating breaths. and to breathe is the last thing you want to do, but you can't stop. you don't know what it's like. and i would never want for you to.